10.27.2010

Although I had a ticket, I didn't get to go to the Floating World Comics Animation Festival here in Portland on 10/13/2010. Like many things on which I've had to take a pass (like regular posting to this blog), other priorities interfered.

Still, I managed to sneak a list of the films they played. Here's the first.

10.20.2010

Look, I'm all about bashing Phish. If someone were to start a political party who's platform included a 95% income tax rate, beating up puppies, and hating on Jam Bands I'd be the first in line to vote for them.

But if you're gonna do a joke, then do a joke no one's heard, ok?

See, this would be funny to me if I hadn't already been versed in the "(Insert Musical Act Name Here) Shreds" meme that we featured on this site many moons ago (you know, back when we used to have time to post updates).

Does this video accurately portray the unmitigated suck that is Phish? Yeah, a little. Personally, I'd actually suggest that as a parody it's simply not annoying enough to paint a clear enough picture of just how much Phish sucks, but beggars can't be choosers, right?

WRONG.

Look, if you're out to kill Jam Bands with a parody video, then you need to look no further than MST3K, who assassinated the Grateful Dead in less than three minutes about 10 years ago.

10.19.2010

Because a man eating a cupcake in public is self-conscious about ..eating a cupcake in public?

Sorry, let me try that again.

Butch cakes. Because camouflage is yummy-ummy-licious.

..Perhaps not.

"Formerly an asset backed securities attorney for a major Wall Street law firm, David Arrick's entrepreneurial spirit has taken him on a new path. A cum laude graduate of both New York University and New York Law School, he started Butch Bakery to bring a product to New York City that was completely unique and totally unprecedented. It was time for a bakery company that produced masculine themed products, but stayed far away from the cliche - in other words, Butch Bakery would have no "golf tee" cupcakes, or "baseball" cupcakes, but would have products that guys would love."

I know that sounds like the plot teaser for a new Adam Sandler film, but that's word-for-word copy from the "about us" section of the webpage. And thus, flimsy beard entrepreneurial coup-de-tat Butch Cakes was born.

So get your manly self over to their New York location and in your butchiest voice order one of their signature mancakes such as "The Tailgate,""The Jackhammer," "The Driller," "The Mojito," and of course that one guy who dresses up as the construction worker, who's name I can never remember.

I'm sorry, but there simply aren't enough pictures of Rip Taylor available on the internet to express my feelings about this.